____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Dom's Treehouse by Anonymous (gcabbett@g-mail.com) *** Dom is almost eleven, but his Italian heritage made him look older. Trudi was only nine, but that didn't stop Dom, no sir, not when they were up in his treehouse, all by themselves. (F/b, bg, ped, youths, reluc, 1st, mast, oral) *** He head butted her small round nine year old ass as she slowly climbed the ladder to his new tree house. "Don't do that Dom, you'll make me fall!" she nearly screamed. "Oh you're not gonna fall." He calmly replied as he took another step up. "Can you open the trapdoor, Gertrude?" He asked, looking up, hesitating long enough to view her pink panties showing in the open leg of her baggy shorts, then focusing on the bottom of the interesting wood structure he and his dad had recently completed. "Don't call me that," she barked, "I'm Trudi!" Dom was a month away from turning eleven, solid, maybe a little advanced for his age. His Italian heritage showed in his dark somewhat curly hair, large brown eyes and overly good looks. From all indications, he would certainly turn a few female heads in later years. The tree house became his dream, his immediate goal after he happened to spot the picture in a magazine laying in one of the bathrooms one day. His dad, an engineer by trade, was easy to convince to join him in the construction project. The trapdoor was Dom's idea. Had to have it, so they made a few changes in the original plans. Locked, no one could enter his domain. "OK! OK! He fired back at his recent new friend, with a big teasing grin showing. Trudi's parents had recently purchased the house several doors down from Dom's home after his constant buddy Candy had moved from the area. Candy had been in his life for at least four years. Dom had introduced her to his tree house just before she moved away. "Can you push it up 'til it locks open?" "I'm trying but it's too heavy for just one hand," she answered between grunts as she continued to push on the hinged wooden door. "I think I could do it if I had both hands." "OK, set your buns on my head and I'll put my hand on your back to help hold you." He advised. He moved up one step 'til his head was just below her cute butt "OK Trudi, park your lovely buns on my head," he encouraged as he placed his free hand on her mid back. She nervously eased her tushe onto his head, then cautiously let go of the ladder rung and reached up with both hands and pushed up the difficult door. It moved nearly all the way up; she hesitated. Not sure to let go. "One more push, Dom said, I didn't hear the click of the latch, you'll hear the click." She was getting heavy sitting on his head but he was enjoying the arrangement. Her scrubbed body fragrance with a hint of her perspiration and some other rather pleasant subtle smell he could't place, graced his nose, causing strange sensations through his loins as she worked at her task. He decided it was her crotch exuding aroma. They both heard the click as the door finally made contact with the latch. "Good job Trudi, now climb on in, there's a bar just inside the door opening to grab onto to help you with the last step," he said. As she lifted up off her perch, Dom slowly allowed his hand to slide down her firm ass in a natural movement coming to rest gripping her thigh, fingers on the inside, assisting her last effort into the house. He was thrilled at the exceptional warmth from her crotch engulfing his fingers. The warmth reminded him of Candy's similar climb up this same ladder before she had moved. He pushed her up as she made the final effort. The movement of his helping hand laid in her crotch, caused her to hesitate and slightly shudder. "Dom, that tickles," she exclaimed as she wiggled through the opening, on to the tree-house floor. Dom was grinning and giggling as he came through the hatch. "You did that on purpose, didn't you," she said as she playfully whacked him. "Mebbe!" He shot back, still grinning. He closed the trap door and slid the locking bolt in place. He then pulled up their snack basket on the rope hooked over a pulley through the window overlooking his backyard. Trudi took the basket of goodies to the built in table. "Let's do a picnic, Dom, she excitedly exclaimed. Go get a blanket!" He raised a hand with the palm towards her signaling 'one-minute', while giving her a big, know it all grin. He moved to his built in bunk, lifted the top and extracted a sleeping bag. Trudi grinned, grabbed him excitedly and kissed him on the lips. He was not prepared for her reaction but dropped the bag on the floor and put his arms around her and returned the affection. They had experimentally kissed on several occasions but not with the eagerness of this time. They pulled back and just looked at each other, not quite sure what to say. Dom finally grabbed the bag and shook it open to spread it, a magazine dropped out near Trudi. She picked it up and briefly stared at the upside down nude female picture. "Where did you get this?" she asked calmly unconcerned. "Oh my dad gets them in the mail-I borrowed one, he doesn't seem to mind my seeing the," he replied. She turned several pages at once, stopped and stared, her mouth half open as she view the hunk of a guy with a monster member in full erection, taking in all the details. She finally giggled as she commented, "Gee he's bigger than my dad." Dom pulled the magazine over a bit where he could see the picture. "Yeah he's bigger than my dad too. I hope to get that big when I grow up," he added. "Why so big, she asked, you just pee out of it." "No, he said, men use them to fuck with too; women seem to like a big one." "What's fuck mean, she asked, wanting to know what her new friend knew about the subject. Dom opened a can of coke and handed it to her as he thought about how to answer. She watched him as she sipped the cold pop. He took the magazine and thumbed through 'til he found the right picture to help him explain. Trudi had stretched out on her stomach on the sleeping bag picnic pallet. He took a swallow of his coke, set it aside, out of the way, and flopped down next to her, putting the open magazine in front of them. Her eyes widen in some disbelief as she stared at the man with the large member standing between a woman's raised legs, pushing it into her crotch. "Why's he trying to put his thing in her butt?" she asked, still staring at the stimulating picture. As Dom answered, he again could detect her delicious odor and hear her increased breathing as he turned to face her, "A woman has another hole besides her butt in her crotch." He turned the page to a full view of a woman's hairy vulva where she could readily see all. "That looks like my moms thing." She uttered. " I don't look like that, I don't have another hole or any hair." "How do you know?" he asked. "Well I had to pee bad and barged into the bathroom one early morning. I saw my dad and mom were in the shower and he was sliding his stiff thing in and out between my mom legs, as she bent over, leaning against the shower wall on her hands. After I used the other bathroom, I went to my room, took off my panties and laid on my bed and looked close with my hand mirror. All I could see was my butt hole and my slit, and some skin hanging down towards my butt hole," she told him. "Maybe I can look for it, if you want?" he offered. He had had several 'doctor' occasions with Candy so the anticipation was causing his penis to grow hard, "If I do, you can't ever tell anyone, promise?" "Close friends don't tell things like that," he replied, as he reached for her waist band of her shorts. Trudi rolled over on to her back to accommodate his efforts. The loose shorts came off easily as she lifted her ass up to help, lifting her legs and giving a little kick to free them. Her shoes were already set aside. He laid the shorts aside and softly took the top of her silk panties, pulling the cover away and down from her lovely pouty vaginal lips. There was no hair. All he could think was how beautiful a sight. Her essence was now more pronounced as it caressed his nose. His breathing was coming heavy. He was tumescent, super stretched. He had only been this near painfully hard when he watched his naked parents caress each other all over their bodies; his dad had buried his face between Dom's mother's legs, kissing her hairy pussy. She held his dad's head tight to her pussy, mewing and moaning as his dad worked his tongue over her swollen, excited vulva. Her hips making circular motions. She pushed harder against his active mouth as she climaxed, screaming "Aahhh- ahh- ahh, OH MY GAWD! Oh, Oh, you lovely fucker you!" He finally stood up at the edge of the bed, repositioning his partners pussy at the edge with her legs near her stiff brown nipples. He placed the large red wet cock head at her blossomed opening, slowly pushed in 'til his balls were against her ass. He eased out then in slowly at first. The pumping of his cock became faster, harder at his mother's insistence, making moaning sounds with each stroke. Dom's hot hand had found his erection automatically as he viewed the intoxicating scene, massaging, awkwardly, experiencing a near paralysis of his light climax. He had watched, fixated, as they pumped faster, screaming out in sheer ecstasy, holding one another tightly as they reached the apex of their climax together, shaking violently, then finally collapsing exhausted side by side on the bed. He had seen his mother's wet glistening opening, like a flower with morning dew, as she lay there so he knew about another hole he was looking for now. "Open your legs wide and bend your knees so I can look!" He instructed. She complied as he lay on his belly inching close to her heady delicate flower. Her lovely essence tantalizing his nostrils. Her labia opened as she pulled her knees towards her chest. He placed his hot hand on her mound very gently; she trembled, her legs draped open more. He looked up at her pretty face. Her eyes were closed, with a slight smile on her lips. Her pink tongue would dart out every few seconds wetting her lips. Her breathing had become more intense, her mound was scalding hot and her lovely developing ass was moving around, pushing her hot pussy against his hand. He remembered his dad kissing his mom's special place. He reached up and gently kissed the pouty lips. She pushed against his mouth, her lips opening slightly, her tender but firm clitoris touching his nose. He kissed again without removing his lips from hers, just pushed tighter and run his tongue into the hot crevice and moved up to play with her love button. Her movements became more pronounced each time he kissed. She was becoming wet with her juices and his saliva. His tongue found the small flap of skin she had mentioned. He played with it with his tongue. As he explored and titillated Trudi; he found the small opening below the skin flap he was looking for. He continued to run his tongue everywhere but was drawn to the delightful entrance he had exposed. It opened to about the size of his middle finger. It was very hot Her essence and his actions had taken him to the brink of a climax. He was nearly overwhelmed as he worked his mouth and tongue over her inviting flower. He finally inserted his index finger in her very wet opening. He moved his finger in and out very slowly, as he continued to kiss her compelling fragrant young flower, and the firm, protruding tumescent nodule. She was breathing very hard, mewing, as she gyrated her hips and pumped his magic finger. Dom had unzipped his shorts, managed to shed them and uncovered his 4 inch penis. His free hand now worked the hot shaft and the red-purple head. He wet his hand with his mouth; the moisture enhanced the movement on his shaft. Trudi suddenly reached down to him and tugged. He realized she wanted him on top of her like his dad and mom had done. Her eyes were glazed he could see as he came face to face with her. He gently kissed her sweet mouth, running his tongue over her lips, automatically darting in her mouth, touching her tongue. She responded as she tried to fuck his searching cock. His wet tool found her opening after several try's. Her hymen was hardly covered the opening. He pushed gently, she pushed hard. He entered her well lubricated sheath carefully; he was close to a climax. It would be better in her delicious hole. She trembled, moaned, and pushed even harder as she held his ass and pulled. He slowly pulled back and then pushed in again. She increased her speed, pounding against him, starting to reach the apex of her first climax. He could hold on no more, he exploded with a paralyzing violence he had witnessed before watching his parents; pushing tight to her mound, he filled her small flower with a small amount of cum and the heat of the moment from his firm pulsating cock. She shuddered as she crested her peak nearly at the same moment, holding him tight to her small firm body; her screams muffled by his chest where she pushed her face. She bit him. They lay still, wrapped in one another's embrace for several moments. He raised up on his elbows, looked at her pretty tanned relaxed face encased, now, with damp strawberry blonde hair. Her lips were a little swollen from kissing but inviting. He brought his lips to hers with a tender lingering kiss, she held him tight as she let her pink tongue teasingly search for his. Holding her such, he slowly rolled over so she was on top; his penis still stiff and in her warm sheath. "Was that Fucking?" she asked as she laid her head on his chest. "Uh-Huh," he replied as he lightly ran his hand over her lower back and lovely developing derriere. Are you okay? Did you like it?" "Oh yes! And you found my other hole," she exclaimed as she lifted up and looked down to his still embedded hard penis in her vagina. Then with a big grin, she said, "Let's have another picnic tomorrow."